Lost
Friday, June 23rd, 2006the rain washed away your last taste from my lips, i try to reach for you, but only blank stares… to my shaking finger tips~ i fall to my knees and pull my nails down my face, putting my arms around me trying to remember your last embrace~ shhhh… i think i can hear you whisper my name, no, it’s just the whistle of the trees trying to drive me insane~ i try to get up, but fall back to my knees, oh God, take this pain away, i’m begging you, please~ i’m going to go away for good… (you told me you would call) if i can’t be with you, i don’t want to be alive at all~
